Adventure Magazine Cover, November 10, 1924 — page 95: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Tales of the Hot Dog Tavern 93 “‘Vouth ts gay as a lighted bar ee With drink an’ with song, says I; if But the light goes out like a dead cigar An’ you're musty an’ stale, says I. ! hen You're like this joint when I cleans, I guess, : | Empty, gloomy, an’ lonely, yes, Amn’ littered up with a lot o’ mess, The same as myself, says I. “Dogs an’ beer, dogs an’ beer— Am’ gone to the dogs, says I; Where is the drink an’ fun an’ cheer, When the swamper swamps? says I, For the swamper comes an’ douses the glim (His name is Death, have you heard of him?) An’ he starts to puttin’ the place in trem, An’, ‘My, what a mess,’ says he.” And thus old Michael chanted ‘at his work This cheerful ballad, till amid the murk His labors were completed. Then he crept Into a corner of the room and slept. Time and the laws move on; it’s better thus Though tragic, now and then, to some of us; The Hot Dog Tavern’s closed; its battered sign Is dull and dusty and the flasks of wine That once were in the window glow ho more. Dust and not sawdust heaps upon the floor, And Bill and Joseph, as the poets say, ‘Abode their destined hour, and went their way.” Michael alone, the ancient swamper, steals Sometimes at midnight—slouchy, out at heels— Near to the door and peers, and seems to hark To some vague whisper coming from the dark; A ghost of song, as though a spirit gang Were in the place where once they gaily sang. “We slap down our chink for some real food and drink, A roll and a dog and a beer! A dog and a roll Are good for the soul, But best of the three is the beerl’’ Then Michael shakes his head, and down the street Shambles along, the while his iips repeat— “Dogs an’ beer, dogs an’ beer, An’ gone to the dogs, says I, Where ts the drink an’ fun an’ cheer When the swamper swamps? says I.” Fe x COmiclbooks.CGonm